November 25, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:

I look up for a moment and notice the sky is a light blue and not a cloud is in the sky yet a haze seems to fill the expansiveness of it. The late morning sun gives off a cool light; the high altitude only adds to the coolness of this summer day. Short burst of gunfire split through the otherwise static air and I look ahead and take cover by a large rock jutting out of the pale desert sand. My friends position themselves similarly and we give each other the nod, quickly stepping out from cover and running forward, rifles drawn.

Almost without transition, the landscape is literally rebuilt before our very eyes. Day turns to early night, water bubbles out of the ground , forming a very small lake – the sides of which are walled with a very polished kind of concrete. People appear from thin air and others crawl up from the ground but everybody is laughing, talking and enjoying themselves. There is an air of festivity here, one hell of a contrast to the earlier tension that permeated the mountainous desert landscape.

I quickly walk to one of the cliffs on the far side of the pool and attack a well-armored soldier, pulling him from his small roofless hovercraft. I hit him on the side of his mask and realize how foolish it was since he is wearing a mask. My knuckles throb and I shake my hand quickly but before he can retaliate I charge at him, throwing my shoulder into his torso, knocking him off the cliff. I quickly turn around to handle his comrade, grabbing him by the collar of his body armor off the hovercraft and hold him at arms length. I am caught off guard upon realizing I am looking at Jesus Christ – a heavily armored Son of God, actually. He changes shape into an octopus/Jesus hybrid and tentacles slither out from the back of his head. I grab a fistful of them and wrap them around his neck, spinning him around and kicking the back of his knee out, sending him stumbling off the cliff. He falls much faster than the other soldier did and explodes into a mushroom cloud when he finally hits the hard ground hundreds of feet below, turning my sight to third person as I walk back from the cliff and the mushroom cloud billows up behind me, turning me into a silhouette.

Their hovercraft reminds me of a paddleboat and I curiously step up into it. It slowly moves forward and I lean back, causing it to rise in altitude. For the next hour I toy with this vehicle, repeatedly flying over the lake and everyone below. I manage to fly high but there coms a point where a ceiling is built in accelerated real-time above my head and I am not permitted to go any higher. I test my height a few more times but I get the same result. I dip down to a foot above the lake’s surface where my ma and my little nephew are playing in the water. My ma tells me that the hovercraft belongs to her and she wants it back but I am not about to give it up so easily. I play hard to get, soaring over her and flying past her, enjoying the feeling of flight. Nobody else at this lake seemed to care about the craft I was on which made me even happier that I could be left alone to fly as I wished. The only exception was my brother, who asked how I got it. I told him about the Jesus octopus mercenary and his friend and my brother just shook his head, laughing, causing midnight to set in. Millions of stars glowed into existence making the constellations impossible to make out. Finally, I brought the hovercraft as high as I could and leaned all the way forward, plunging it into the lake and dramatically exploding out from it again as if I were in a movie.

The ground begins to tremble slightly and everybody becomes a bit more quiet. A loud rumbling breaks through the newly muted conversations and we all look up, seeing…something in the sky trailed by fire. Almost everyone in the lake manages to escape before this object slams into it, throwing water everywhere. The tail end of this object looks similar to a grouping of stalactites and the water around the object boils giving off an aura of steam. Random groups of people gather around the lake, picking up the debris and inspect it. Two men begin to yell orders to everybody there in an attempt to take charge and secure the site, though they were civilians like everyone else.

I ran to the side of the lake closest to the object to further inspect this thing and the sound of impacting water erupted, followed by two large glossy black tentacles quickly wrapping themselves around a handful of people about twenty feet away, pulling them in despite their screams and protests. Panic set in around the lake, causing lightning to flash in the sky and connect some of the stars with lightning bolts. A humming noise rises up from the water as people foolishly gather at the site of the “monster kidnapping” but I don’t join them, I am too busy running along the lake trying to leave this area. As I sprint, I see black snakes slithering in the water, rising and falling next to me. I scream across the lake for my brother, ma, and nephew to run to the exit and wait for me. They seem to be in a daze and do not respond, causing me to scream even louder for them to get to safety. The rocks and rock walls around me begin to move, turning to snakes as well. By this point, snakes are slithering everywhere, small snakes and other snakes the size of limousines made up of snakes wrapped around other snakes, forming these enormous ones. A brightly colored green snake rises up in front of me and lunges forward to bite me but I swat it aside and keep running. I get to the exit, two tall gray slabs of tall rock that give way to a bridge built on the ground that keeps disappearing and reappearing made of wooden planks. I take one look back at the mayhem unfolding and see a bright red flash and everything then goes black. I wake up.

November 25, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:

I look up for a moment and notice the sky is a light blue and not a cloud is in the sky yet a haze seems to fill the expansiveness of it. The late morning sun gives off a cool light; the high altitude only adds to the coolness of this summer day. Short burst of gunfire split through the otherwise static air and I look ahead and take cover by a large rock jutting out of the pale desert sand. My friends position themselves similarly and we give each other the nod, quickly stepping out from cover and running forward, rifles drawn.

Almost without transition, the landscape is literally rebuilt before our very eyes. Day turns to early night, water bubbles out of the ground , forming a very small lake – the sides of which are walled with a very polished kind of concrete. People appear from thin air and others crawl up from the ground but everybody is laughing, talking and enjoying themselves. There is an air of festivity here, one hell of a contrast to the earlier tension that permeated the mountainous desert landscape.

I quickly walk to one of the cliffs on the far side of the pool and attack a well-armored soldier, pulling him from his small roofless hovercraft. I hit him on the side of his mask and realize how foolish it was since he is wearing a mask. My knuckles throb and I shake my hand quickly but before he can retaliate I charge at him, throwing my shoulder into his torso, knocking him off the cliff. I quickly turn around to handle his comrade, grabbing him by the collar of his body armor off the hovercraft and hold him at arms length. I am caught off guard upon realizing I am looking at Jesus Christ – a heavily armored Son of God, actually. He changes shape into an octopus/Jesus hybrid and tentacles slither out from the back of his head. I grab a fistful of them and wrap them around his neck, spinning him around and kicking the back of his knee out, sending him stumbling off the cliff. He falls much faster than the other soldier did and explodes into a mushroom cloud when he finally hits the hard ground hundreds of feet below, turning my sight to third person as I walk back from the cliff and the mushroom cloud billows up behind me, turning me into a silhouette.

Their hovercraft reminds me of a paddleboat and I curiously step up into it. It slowly moves forward and I lean back, causing it to rise in altitude. For the next hour I toy with this vehicle, repeatedly flying over the lake and everyone below. I manage to fly high but there coms a point where a ceiling is built in accelerated real-time above my head and I am not permitted to go any higher. I test my height a few more times but I get the same result. I dip down to a foot above the lake’s surface where my ma and my little nephew are playing in the water. My ma tells me that the hovercraft belongs to her and she wants it back but I am not about to give it up so easily. I play hard to get, soaring over her and flying past her, enjoying the feeling of flight. Nobody else at this lake seemed to care about the craft I was on which made me even happier that I could be left alone to fly as I wished. The only exception was my brother, who asked how I got it. I told him about the Jesus octopus mercenary and his friend and my brother just shook his head, laughing, causing midnight to set in. Millions of stars glowed into existence making the constellations impossible to make out. Finally, I brought the hovercraft as high as I could and leaned all the way forward, plunging it into the lake and dramatically exploding out from it again as if I were in a movie.

The ground begins to tremble slightly and everybody becomes a bit more quiet. A loud rumbling breaks through the newly muted conversations and we all look up, seeing…something in the sky trailed by fire. Almost everyone in the lake manages to escape before this object slams into it, throwing water everywhere. The tail end of this object looks similar to a grouping of stalactites and the water around the object boils giving off an aura of steam. Random groups of people gather around the lake, picking up the debris and inspect it. Two men begin to yell orders to everybody there in an attempt to take charge and secure the site, though they were civilians like everyone else.

I ran to the side of the lake closest to the object to further inspect this thing and the sound of impacting water erupted, followed by two large glossy black tentacles quickly wrapping themselves around a handful of people about twenty feet away, pulling them in despite their screams and protests. Panic set in around the lake, causing lightning to flash in the sky and connect some of the stars with lightning bolts. A humming noise rises up from the water as people foolishly gather at the site of the “monster kidnapping” but I don’t join them, I am too busy running along the lake trying to leave this area. As I sprint, I see black snakes slithering in the water, rising and falling next to me. I scream across the lake for my brother, ma, and nephew to run to the exit and wait for me. They seem to be in a daze and do not respond, causing me to scream even louder for them to get to safety. The rocks and rock walls around me begin to move, turning to snakes as well. By this point, snakes are slithering everywhere, small snakes and other snakes the size of limousines made up of snakes wrapped around other snakes, forming these enormous ones. A brightly colored green snake rises up in front of me and lunges forward to bite me but I swat it aside and keep running. I get to the exit, two tall gray slabs of tall rock that give way to a bridge built on the ground that keeps disappearing and reappearing made of wooden planks. I take one look back at the mayhem unfolding and see a bright red flash and everything then goes black. I wake up.

July 6, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:Late afternoon had set in and my family and I were on the way to dinner. My brother was bringing a guest: Mariah Carey. My two sisters became excited and my brother appeared with her almost instantly. I sat next to her in the backseat, wondering how he even knew her but not caring for too long because she was wearing a very short skirt.

We arrived at the restaurant and I took my seat at the head of the table, my pop at the other end and everyone else between us. I had wanted to sit close to Mariah so hat I could make her laugh but I quickly forgot that she was even there due to her boring dinner conversation. An Indian couple that I knew from my dreams was present as well and I gave up my seat for the male so he could sit next to his wife. Within the blink of an eye, my surroundings changed and I found myself sitting with my brother and friends Dids, Tonya, B, Justine, and James on a couch outside in an industrial park by an elongated pool similar to the one that sits before the Taj Mahal. We were watching the movie “The Other Guys” and I was high so naturally laughing harder than everyone else at it.

In the distance a man approached, walking unevenly. The closer he came the more I noticed how grotesque and disturbing his face was along with a creepy kind of giggle he kept trying to hold back. Piece by piece, kevlar plate armor appeared on my body accompanied by the sound of metal clashing. Within seconds, I was fully donned and charged the creepy man who turned out to be the Joker as played by Heath Ledger in “The Dark Knight”. For hours he and I fought; my strength grew the more angry I became with him to the point where I was able to pick him up and throw him through the air. That wasn’t enough, I threw him into the elongated pool, which turned into a pier right before he hit the water. A random man approached, watching the fight intently and decided to intervene. I hit him in the face once and broke….everything. Blood trickled out from a few different points of his face and he fell into the water and drowned. The Joker laughed. In fact, the more I beat on him, the less he cared–the more he laughed and the less it hurt him. I pulled him out of the water and threw him headfirst into the wall and he collapsed into a heap, watching me the entire time. He rapidly opened and closed his jaw, the sound of him straining to breathe could be heard over everything else. He wasn’t trying to breathe, he was still laughing. His bloodshot eyes turned jet black and he emanated such intense and reckless evil that it almost seemed like a physical substance. This was not the Joker, at least not anymore; this was the devil. I could recognize him from his appearance in my other dreams. I grew a little anxious and angrier, lifted him up with one arm, repeatedly throwing his head into the concrete wall causing chunks of it to fall to the ground and crumble to dust. He laughed repeatedly as I did this and his laughs turned into barks that you would hear from a Rottweiler.

The ground rumbled slightly. I needed to kill this creature for good. I grabbed him by his jacket collar, dragging him along the pier much to the horror of the people present (but had not been present before). Shouts filled the air of how to deal with the devil but I walked intently toward a raised platform upon which stood an elevated metallic casket of sorts. It was filled with boiling acid and without hesitation I threw the side of his face right up against the grate. A raspy scream mixed with more barking cut through the air but I would not release him. I wanted to kill him and to make him suffer on his way to death. I grit my teeth in anger and threw the rest of his body in and slammed it shut.

To the east a pale light filled the green swirling clouds. The casket disappeared and it started to snow. I was in the company of some soldiers like myself and we were quietly talking amongst ourselves as to where we should go. Through the thick of clouds swirling above us, a bright circular light on the underside of a disc emanated fog and illuminated our position. We grabbed our rifles and aimed but the disc would not stop moving around. It seemed to roll as it moved back and forth. I pulled my phone out and recorded this phenomena as a smaller light was dispatched from the disc and sped toward us. It turned into a more cylindrical shaped object and latched onto the face of one of my comrades. We quickly ran over to him to pry it from him but it zipped away before we could do anything. His face was bruised and coated in some kind of fluid. A loud, almost robotic exhaust noise filled the air and more slick and metallic objects in the shape of four legged animals with slightly elongated necks but no faces descended from the hovering craft and assaulted us. They pinned down a few of my friends, “licking” them all over & covering them in that strange liquid as if they were marking them. I tackled one and reached for my gun but it headbutted me, sending me flying a few feet through the air. I was not sure how to harm these things as they had no face and no detail to them whatsoever. They were smooth and metallic all over with no obvious weaknesses. Simultaneously, they turned into globes of light and flew up into the craft, which quickly ascended and descended altitude over us. I continued recording with my phone. Within the blink of an eye, it was gone.

We gathered ourselves and checked each other over for injuries. Everything seemed ok but we were slightly shaken up. We were all wondering the same thing: what the FUCK just happened and what was that? It wasn’t snowing anymore. The clouds above us seemed impenetrable now but continued to slowly billow up and swirl around. We moved out toward the cell towers on the other side of the bridge by us. As we arrived, I noticed someone descending the tower the way a spider would. I got the chills but also rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of what was happening–so absurdly unbelievable it all was. This “person” approached us, stern and cold. It snatched one of my comrades, the leader, and he disappeared. When the creature reappeared it asked us for our second in command. I became nervous, thinking he might take me away, but everyone pointed to the soldier in our group that nobody was too fond of. He was the unofficial second in command and gave a look of resignation to this creature and begrudgingly volunteered himself. I slowly reached for my knife, intent on stabbing this creature to kill him and save my comrade but another friend of mind quickly grabbed my hand and shook his head no. Another friend disappeared with the creature, leaving a bolt of horizontal lightning behind that lit up the clouds. The night grew even darker. We stared at one another with no idea what to do next, as this…..thing could seemingly be anywhere at any time. I woke up.

February 21, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:

The cool white colors dominate the courtyard I am having lunch in with my friend, Brandon. The cobblestone floor is slightly worn, like the walls, with bits of moss growing on the cracks. The sky is clear overhead and piercing blue. A chill goes up my spine, as it is early spring and the shade is far cooler than I would like. I look out at the chairs in the sunlight and tell Brandon we are moving to that area but before we rise, a skinny, dark skinned boy with white patterns on his skin appears, standing on the tips of his toes, small wings beating furiously at his ankles. He has no hair and no muscle definition; eyes colored red and glowing bright as fire.

Smoke appears over the walls off in the distance and gunfire cuts through the relative quiet in the courtyard. This South American town is in utter upheaval and revolution. The boy moves his arms and hands in an erratic fashion, causing his cheeks to puff out. He stands on one foot and leans forward, his arms spread out and spits a watered down yellow fluid at me as if he were a fountain. It hits me directly in the chest and from the smell of it, I guess it is urine. Furious, I rise from my chair and run at the lad and he snaps into a fighting position and jumps at me, feet first. Performing some kind of Brazilian martial arts in slow motion, he knocks me off my feet and I crash into the stone wall behind me, my neck emitting a loud “crack” upon impact. I become nervous, not sure how to beat him since I do not know martial arts. Not deterred enough, I run at him a second time and land a solid punch on his left eye but he spins around and throws me back into that same wall. He takes up the fountain pose and spews more fluid from his mouth and it hits me in the face this time, burning my eyes, making it hard to go after him. I scream at him furiously, causing the stream coming from his mouth to become thicker; less like urine, and more like a citrus smelling fluid.

Everything stops for a brief moment–no sounds can be heard, nothing moves, everything is frozen in time. When “time” resumes, he heaves as if about to throw up and his ankle wings beat at full speed, creating a high pitched humming sound, lifting him off a few inches from the ground. An old man hobbles into the courtyard, unnoticed by this quasi-Hermes creature, and whispers to me to be still and raise my arms up and out if I want to save myself and banish the evil spirits in the boy attacking me. I follow his instructions and the winged boy drops back to his feet. He runs at me again but fails in his attempted attack. He tries repeatedly to assault me but I keep my arms out and refrain from saying anything, staying calm as possible. After what feels like almost an hour, the boy refrains from attacking me and instead paces back & forth impatiently. A deep “crack” echoes up from the ground in the distance and he snaps his head to attention. He smiles, holding his hand out to me, palm facing the sky and snaps his fingers, causing a flame the size of a grapefruit to appear in his palm. Everything goes black.

February 7, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:

This feels like heaven, nirvana. Words do little justice to the impression I am left with. Such….peace. Finally. Finally I feel peace. I can rest. I care not about going any further or to something greater, as this does indeed suffice. I look around……..off in the distance ahead stand silver mountains, dramatically pushing through the white, billowing clouds above & covered in greenery from the foliage and trees growing on them. A light green carpet of grass stretches out in every direction, the simple, beautiful monotony of it broken by the occasional old, twisty tree. I hear the sound of water. I look behind me and a mighty river bubbles up into view, its current rushing along in slow motion, making every glint of sunlight reflecting off the surface seem like diamonds that have been suspended in time. I have nothing to say, I don’t even shed a tear of happiness; the only feeling I have at this moment is peace. Serenity. I feel like I am home again.

I inhale deeply, the smell of flowers filling my nostrils, and I close my eyes. Through my closed lids I detect a shadow come over me and I look up to the sun, now wrapped up in bands of clouds and it pulsates. The clouds quickly engulf it and turn it into an opaque, throbbing ball but I am alright with it. The air has a different sort of feeling to it, but it is still very pleasant. Suddenly, the sun bursts forth from the clouds, turning them to steam, and I explode in flames. I feel no physical pain, but am very aware that my entire body is alight, even my eyes, and I hear the roaring sound that usually accompanies a large fire. I inhale slowly, deeply; a concentrated tingling feeling takes over my limbs & head and the heat is not unbearable-it is consistent but not uncomfortably hot. I walk toward the mountain and, able to see in a 360 degree view, notice the prints I am leaving in my wake. Although I walk with my feet, I leave fiery hand prints behind me, black ones that burn the earth. Nothing smells like it is burning, quite the contrary, I can still smell the flowers everywhere.

Within minutes into my journey toward the mountain, I hear a distant whinnying and look up at the sun, which has now turned black but is somehow still as bright as before and notice a dark, winged creature flying out from it. It takes only seconds to approach me: a beautiful black horse with wings. It dramatically swoops past me, bull snorting out of it’s flared nostrils and takes off back to the sun, kicking it’s legs with every downward thrust of it’s feathery, black wings. It eventually collides with the sun, instantly turning it into the moon, which causes the ground beneath my feet to split, leaving a gap in the ground of about 6 inches or so. I wake up.

November 28, 2010

I had a strange dream last night:

I roll over and grope my cordless box thing I use to make phone calls. 10:46 am. Shit. I am late for work. I stare at the phone a bit longer and the following appears on the screen: “10:46 am. Shit. I am late for work.” Apparently I have a super power of some kind involving a deep telepathic bond with cell phones. After backflipping out of bed into a set of 10 jumping jacks while giving myself my usual “Your job NEEDS you!” pep talk, a pep talk that is completely untrue, I run down the stairs and out the door to my…….bicycle? Where the hell is my car? It’s my dream and I demand an Infiniti G35!

The sun is at high morning posture, a yoga position that it is in the process of patenting. I am at 54 Dover Road, my childhood house. The day is crisp & mild with a slight breeze to break up the monotony of perfect. The sound of a jackhammer, a bobcat, and other construction monsters cut through the serene aura of birds chirping. I roll my eyes at the tactlessness of the construction cult for working so early in the morning (to those of us that don’t wake until noon) and notice that my bike has gone missing. I approach the construction worker and over the sound of the jackhammer jacking, yelling like an obnoxious American tourist at a foreigner in their home country, demand to speak with their supervisor. The yellow hat-wearing worker (who has a handsome late 80’s mustache) points into the garage. As I near the supervisor, I see my bike stuck between two planks of boundary wood in a garden. I rip my bike out with some effort and hop on.

Not long into my ride, I notice that the handbrakes are missing. Not only the handbrakes, but the wire that connects them to the brakes, the chain and….the tires. How I managed to ride a bike with no tires is something that would take another whole sentence to explain. I refuse to do that. I clamorously drag my bicycle to the house having the work done on its front yard and right before yelling at the men working, I look up in the sky and see 2 dots on the edge of a cloud. I peer closer at it and everything goes dark for a split second, making me feel like I have been knocked off my feet.

When I open my eyes, I am up in the sky with my girlfriend, whose code name will be “bandia”, which is Gaelic for “goddess”. She and I are debating who would win in a fight: The god of fire, or the god of water. She sides with the Matchbox 20 wannabe and I vouch for the wrath of a thousand squirt guns. They both look like Zeus to me. We look down onto the land beneath us and take in a beautiful sight: 2 temples rise from the beautiful, square pools that remind me of the rectangular one at the Taj Mahal. The one belonging to the flamer is surrounded in pyroclast and steam, its foundation stained in soot. The other temple is surrounded in a rushing torrent of water and an aura of mist. The battle ensues.

By the end of it, the god of water lay dead on the ground, his body still sizzling, charred, and broken, his trident still in his hand. Codename “bandia” starts giving me crap for being wrong and so I hold up my hand and tell her I will be right back. I focus on the god of fire and scream through the sky, landing on my feet next to the god of water with a loud boom. I take the trident from his hand, offended by the smell of burning flesh and fresh blood and aim it at the god of fire, who is too busy standing proudly with his chest out on his temple steps to notice me. I take aim and throw the trident at him and it makes contact, piercing his chest and going through his back; his heart sticking to the two inner pikes. A look of shock crosses over his face and he clumsily stumbles down the steps, taking his last breath before landing on his face. I look back up in the sky at codename bandia and laugh a little, yelling up to her, “I guess that makes me the god now!” I wake up.

April 27, 2009

I had a strange dream last night:

I was sitting on the steps of a Roman forum. It was full of senators, half of which had a red stripe on their white toga, the other half had a blue stripe. There was a lot of yelling going on, lots of noise and i could not hear what any one person was saying. A man stood up from the middle, his toga had a black stripe on it, towering above the rest of the forum and boomed at me, stating “they are setting me up and this is how it must go. They don’t know what they are doing”.

A rift formed on the middle of the steps and the senators divided into 2 groups, still screaming at each other. I wished they would all just shut the fuck up-the noise was far too distracting to get anything productive accomplished. The half of the room with the red-stripe senators broke into 3 smaller groups, and the one closest to me called me over. They were talking about an assassination (i guessed at this point it was concerning a Caesar-type of person). The blue-striped side separated into 4 groups and were discussing a similar thing. They both seemed to be whispering about murdering the same person. I was never told who this person was, and anytime i asked they all just smiled at me.

The forum grew darker; it was like there was a pale moon light shining down into the forum-you could hardly see the people themselves, just the toga’s and hear their whispering. A flash of light filled the room and everyone took their seat and stopped speaking. The rift that had formed in the middle of the forum stairs was now blacker than night itself-it had turned to a void and nobody could cross it. I approached it and that figure that had earlier towered over the forum was now visible again, coming from the void. He was now wearing a laurel wreath around his head and moving his lips but i could not hear him speaking. Woke up.

April 25, 2009

I found this as i was going through some of my journals that i was writing in when i lived in NYC. I forgot how much i hated my living situation there, the depression i was struggling with, and how it influenced my dreams. I have long since overcome the depression but sometimes it is interesting to go back and read these things. It’s kinda like time travel:

“Walking a wild path in the grey mountains; it is overcast and spitting rain, fog is everywhere. I hear rumors of something called the sun. Memories of it haunt my mind but i have been down here so long that it no longer seems real. It is eerily quiet other than a dreary wind splitting through the grey haze that enshrouds all things down here. The mountains have lost their majestic pose and now only seem to groan under their own weight. Having lost their rich earth tone, they pale into a tired silver that lacks vibrancy. It’s cold. I look out to my right and see a bottomless pit of the unknown and despair-held in place by blankets of mist that bob lazily within their boundaries-shrugging off my gaze. I look up into the sky, the sky whose light is muted by clouds of melancholy. The path before me slowly ascends but from a distance appears to stay level….never rising to a place greater than this.”